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2 years ago
I sat in class, like any other day. Not paying attention, and thinking about my, in my own words, super sexy, incredibly hot, gorgeous boyfriend; Xander. His ocean eyes imprinted on my mind, his soft Hawaiian heritage skin against mine. I shivered, imagining running my hands through his black, wavy hair. “Angel…Angel! Earth to Angel!” I screamed, startled, and fell out of my seat. The class laughed, relieved by the small amount of humor brought into biology.
“Would you like to answer number seven on the board, Miss Montgomery?” “Umm…” I looked at the intricate equation sprawled out on the board. I took the marker he held out to me. I chewed my bottom lip and I walked to the board. Delicate handwriting was left in the wake as I solved answered the problem. I clicked the cap back on and handed it to him. Mr. Smithson sighed, “Miss Montgomery, you do know that problem wasn’t on the homework right? In fact, we wont be doing that for two more chapters.” I blushed a deep red. My older sister, Zariah, had taken this class a few years back. She was in college now.
When she had taken biology, I had learned from her book. It was a long car ride to our vacation spot that year, I had been complaining that I had nothing to read. I love reading, more than any other pass time. I remember her shoving her Biology book in my hands, “Read this and shut up!” I did read it, and I learned everything. I was every biology teachers wet-dream. Everyone…except Mr. Smithson. He “Enjoyed the challenges of teaching”.
All my other teachers enjoyed when I took the text book from them, then could teach for them only three days later. I was incredibly smart, but always refused when they wanted to bump me up a grade. I found no point of finishing up my high school career early. My parents were already shaken from having Zariah off in college. “Sit, Miss Montgomery.” I went back to my seat, and continued to daydream as Mr. Smithson taught the class what I already knew.
The Bell rang, releasing us from the prison of a classroom. Suddenly I felt uneasy and afraid. What was this feeling, I wondered. “Miss Montgomery.” Mr. Smithson walked down the hall with me. “I’m begging you, conceder the advanced placement classes. It would finally give you a challenge.” Still feeling uneasy, I murmured, “Yeah…I’ll think about it.” I left Mr. Smithson behind. I searched the crowded hallway for Xander. I found him, leaning against my locker. My stomach squeezed and heart skipped a beat, but something didn’t feel quite right. “Xander…” I approached him, and he met me half way. His eyes were not the same loving ones I knew. They were watery and unloving. “You know you will always be my Angel, right?” he murmured. “Yeah…” the uneasiness came back full force.
“I think its time we started seeing other people…” “But! I want to be with you! I love you, Xander!” I panicked. He looked away from me, “I just think it’s time.” now I was mad. “Angel? I just think--” “To HELL with what you think!” I snapped, and slapped him. Hurting more than I could imagine, I dashed to the bus, for a painful ride home.
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When I got home, it was empty, like usual. It seemed selfish but without Xander, I had lost my will to live. I grabbed pills, cleaners, and the one I knew would do the trick, rat poison. First I took twice the prescribed amount of my mothers sleeping pills. Then a few chemicals. Finally, as nausea and sleep tried to close in on me, I swallowed the rat poinon, then fell unconscious.
I fell deep into an oblivious state, wondering if this was my soul departing my body. I saw all the colors I knew, and some that only people on drugs had names for. I saw my brother, my mother, my father. I saw my friends, from birth to now. I saw the good times…and the bad. But most of all, I saw Xander, in all his glory. I remembered his touch. His smell. His voice.
“Angel?!” it was first Xander, but then, slowly transformed in to my mothers frantic voice. “Angel! Oh Lord, no!” I slowly opened my eyes, “Mom?” “Angel! What did you do? I’m calling poison control!” “Mom, I’m fine.” I murmured. “Then who took all these?!” I sat up, and in confusion, stared at the half empty bottels, ant the completely empty box of rat poison. “I did…” I looked at the clock, “Two hours ago.”

Present
I felt the wind rush past me, wondering what was waiting for me once I landed. Mostly, I hoped I wouldn’t land on someone. Did I pray that I survived? I might have, subconsciously. I focused to clear my mind, enjoy the ride. I mean seriously, how many people get to say they can jump of a building, enjoy it…
I smacked the pavement hard, making a small crater where I had landed. Pieces of cracked cement flew into the air by the impact. I heard the murmurs of the people around me, “Oh my god!” “Is she okay?”
…and live.
I stood, brushing the dust off me. An older woman pointed to me, and screamed, “Demon!” I chuckled, “No, ma’am. My name is Angel.” She looked upon me with fascination and horror. I bowed gracefully, jumped out of my miniature crater, and walked down the street, as any person would do. I heard a small thud, and tuned to see that the lady had fainted. “Oops.” I shrugged, and continued on my way.
“Do you think that was wise?” Keir Ranelli appeared beside me where only a moment before was vacant. “How long were you watching?” I chuckled. “Since you walked into the building.” he answered. I rolled my eyes, and shoved him lightly. He shoved back, then started running down the street. I ran after him all the way back to 810 10th street.

1 year and 360 days ago
Mom had insisted on a week off of school for me. “You’re under a lot of stress, and obviously need attention.” She was under the impression that I had faked the suicide attempt as a desperate cry for attention. “Your grades, I’m sure, will be just fine, your so smart.” So I took a few days off, mostly to try and figure out what had happened to force me to survive. I wanted to try again, but mom was on constant watch, and never left my side. She even drove me to school. “I’ll pick you up too, okay? Also…would you mind talking with your school counselor sometime today? Please?”
I sat at lunch, alone. I never knew how little of friends I had…let alone how many hung around me because of… I glared at Xander across the cafeteria. There was already a new girl by his side, thin, blonde. “Beautiful…” I whispered sadly, then stood. I took an apple and threw everything else out, untouched. “Mary!” I waved to a custodian I had befriended. “Angel! Good to see you again.” she smiled. I faked a cheerful expression, then asked, “I’m eating all alone at lunch…and I’d like to be somewhere quiet…I have a headache. Any way you could get me roof access again?”
I waited until I knew Mary was long gone before moving heavy cement blocks in front of the closest doors. I stood at the edge of the rooftop at threw the apple at the cafeteria window. I watched as people jumped at the noise, and the blonde sitting close to Xander yelped. Students looked out the window, trying to figure out where the apple came from.
Then Lizzy Martin pointed up towards me and shouted. The whole cafeteria flooded out to where I was, including teachers. Mary stood down there as well horrified and guilty. Almost everyone had a cell phone out, students to take pictures and video, teachers frantically calling 911. Xander stood towards the back, guilty expression written all over his face. He watched me intently. “Better not keep them waiting…” I stood at the very edge. Students gasped and covered their eyes. Mixed shouts of “Don’t jump” and “Angel, get down” rushed up at me. I took a few steps back, and people cheered, for all the wrong reasons. I gave myself a running start, and jumped off the building.
I landed in a crouched position, the walkway buckled beneath me. I looked up as people stared in horror. I stood, the silent crowd following my every move. I walked through, and they took big steps, giving me space. The only one that remained motionless was Xander. I went face to face with him. “Worried?” I laughed in his face, then very seriously said, so all could hear, “You mean nothing to me. And I am not your Angel.” I spat at the blonde, who jumped as if it was acid, and walked towards the woods by our school.

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